Whistle
while you work, Mr Spock sang,
Klingons are all berks, Theyre all
barmy, Sos their army, Klingons are all
berks.

The Klingon
warrior facing him glowered and reached for his
teshmak, the Empires version of
Starfleets tricorder. Give me your
name, Vulcan, he demanded, We will
deal with you once the mighty Klingon Empire
conquers your puny Federation. Already our fleet
of warbirds are converging on Earth. Now, give me
your name.

The Captain
held up a hand in warning, his face hardened with
anger. Dont tell him, Spock!
Captain Mainwaring screeched.

I hit Pause.
Something was wrong, very wrong. Id copied
all the video tapes to DVD so carefully, but
somehow my Best of 60s TV had screwed up.